Judge Sandy -- ch 6
"Where is that bitch!" Czarina screamed as she stormed into Vlad's office at the strip club. She looked around the room, only seeing Maxim. She turned her attention back to Vlad. "I'm tired of waiting! I want that bitch now! Where is she?"
Vlad stood up and started walking around his desk. "Mama! I've told you this is going to take time. We will get her. We don't know where she went. None of our people in the police department know nothing about her whereabouts. And we've been watching her house for over two weeks now."
"What the fuck are we paying those worthless shits for if they can't provide us with the information we need, when we need it?!" She was still screaming, her rage in complete control of her.
Vlad grabbed her by her arms and held her for several seconds trying to calm her. Then he looked over at Maxim. "Get out! Go check the guys and see if they have any new updates." He watched Maxim leave the office, then turned his attention back to his mother. He spoke to her calmly and softly. "Your getting worked up isn't going to help you or the situation. We have talked with everyone who could possibly know where she might be. Apparently, whoever she's with has taken her into hiding and they've managed to keep their whereabouts unknown."
Czarina cupped the side of his face as she spoke softly, her rage still evident. "My sweet boy has gotten soft. I can think of two people who probably know where she's at, and would be glad to tell you with the right persuasion. Her parents."
Vlad's eyes lit up. "Mama! No! That's a bad idea! All that's going to do... " He didn't finish before being slapped across the face.
"Don't you ever question one of my orders again!" She growled at him in a seething rage. "Go to her parents house and find out what they know. After you're done, kill them!" She smiled. "I guarantee that will bring her out of hiding."
"Mama! Please!" Vlad tried to protest.
She slapped him again. "I am still head of this family. You will do as I tell you. If you weren't my son, I'd kill you where you stand for questioning me. Now get it done!" She turned and stormed out of the office, leaving Vlad standing there. The rage within him slowly rising.
He hated when she allowed her hatred and anger to take control of her. But he knew by the time he got home that evening, she'd be calm and in control, seducing him into her bed once again. This was a cycle he'd repeated hundreds of times. This morning she'd slapped him for questioning her. By the end of the evening she'd be the consummate lover, sucking his cock till she was ready for him to make love to her. She'd whisper how much she loved him, needed him and trusted him, as the only man in her life she could trust.
Vlad stepped outside his office and looked for Maxim, who hadn't left yet. "Forget checking in with the guys. I know there's nothing new to report. Pull them out of that house. We're going to pay the bitch's parents a visit." Maxim's eyes lit up, just as Vlad's did. Vlad held up his hand. "I know! A fucking stupid idea! We're going to have every cop in the State, not to mention the Feds, down our throats." He thought for a few seconds. "Or maybe not. We're going to make it look like a home invasion. We take our guns, just in case. But we only use knives. Silent and easily disposed of. Now go get the guys."
Brandon had every weapon in his little arsenal laid out on the front porch of the cabin. Sandy was taking them, one at a time, and demonstrating her proficiency in using them. After they were done with target practice for the day, they'd go inside and tear down each piece, clean it thoroughly, then put them back together in preparation for the next days practice.
The weather had turned warm for where they were at in Northern Wisconsin. Being the middle of October, Brandon was glad for that. He knew they were getting close to the winter months. The evenings were cool. But the days were reaching the low 70s.
He watched Sandy as she emptied the Ruger's clip into the target, wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and jeans. "Thank god for warm weather." He mumbled to himself, his eyes roaming up and down her body. The two had become like two horny teenagers, unable to keep their hands off each other. He knew she was in her prime, sexually, as a woman. But he began to wonder if he would be able to keep up with her.
Sandy turned, looking at Brandon for his approval, after she'd emptied the clip. Every bullet had hit the target. Not all of them in the kill zone. But enough.
He stepped up to her and took the gun out of her hand. "You're doing great. I'm proud of you."
Sandy's face lit up. "You are?" She asked smiling, sounding more like a little girl, than a forty-five-year-old woman.
Brandon laughed. This was becoming a ritual they would go through whenever he told her he was proud of her for learning the skills he was trying to teach her. "Yes, I am. Very proud of you. You're becoming much more proficient in handling a gun, but I can also tell you've become much more comfortable with them."
Sandy wrapped her arms around his waist as she smiled up at him. "That's because I have a great teacher. So, do I get my reward for doing well with today's lesson?" She asked giggling. "You want to keep me motivated, don't you?"
Brandon looked at her in disbelief at her insatiable appetite. "Do you ever get enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. You're starting to worry me that I'm not going to be able to keep up with you."
"First of all, my appetite is all your fault. You've created that hunger in me. You've given me a taste of something I've never had before. And I like it. I can't get enough of it. As far as you keeping up with me. Don't you worry about it, baby. I know how to keep you motivated." She giggled again. "You're staring at them."
"They do keep me motivated." He said laughing. "Now get your practice done. We'll drive into town later this afternoon. I want to call Tom and see what's going on, back in reality."
